That's...another way to go

On the weekends, we like to listen to a children's radio program broadcast from Emerson College in Boston. The show is called "The Playground," and the husband and I have enjoyed it for years, since long before we had children. They play all kinds of music, from fun, folky kids' artists to tunes from classic Disney movies, from Weird Al to old cartoon theme songs. They even rock random crap like the Hampster Dance, and that "Fish Heads" song from Dr. Demento.

This afternoon we had the show on as we were going about our Sunday business. Cletus and I were hanging out in the dining room while the husband walked His Royal Teethingness around the living room in endless circles. All of a sudden my ears perked up at the sound of Queen -- as in, Freddie Mercury's Queen -- coming from the radio.

Now, playing music not traditionally thought of as belonging to the children's canon is nothing new on The Playground. The DJs will often throw in some Bob Marley or some Beatles or something else relatively benign and child-friendly that somebody's parents, sick to death of Muppets and Sponge Bob, called up and requested. A number of Queen tracks could fall quite comfortably within this category. Like, say, "You're My Best Friend." Or even "We Are The Champions."

The song they played today was "Don't Stop Me Now:"



Go ahead. Take a listen. You'll remember this one; it's a classic. It moves quickly, though, so you may not recall all the words. Pay close attention. It clips along, all catchy and fun, and you'll probably find yourself humming, maybe even chiming in with a few remembered lyrics, singing them out loud to your head-bopping preschooler until, like my husband, you stop.

And, also like my husband, you furrow your brow, walk over to where your spouse is sitting, lower your voice so your four-year-old can't hear, and ask "Did he just say 'I'm a sex machine ready to reload'?"